Original God's Dark Priest

On Yujing Terrace, Grandma Ping looked at the glazed lilies in the flower bed in front of her and sighed softly.

Ying and little Paimon came up from behind her, and when they heard Grandma Ping's sigh, they couldn't help but feel depressed. Although they are not from Liyue, they followed Zhongli to prepare for the immortal ceremony and witnessed the customs and customs of Liyue along the way. They understood very well how important Emperor Yan Wang was to the hearts of Liyue people.

The death of the emperor was a heavy blow to the people of Liyue. Presumably, this is also the case for Grandma Ping.

Feeling someone approaching from behind, Grandma Ping slowly turned around and saw Ying and little Paimon.

"Young people, are you also here to enjoy the flowers?" Grandma Ping asked with a kind and kind smile, "What a pity, it seems that you came at the wrong time. The glazed lilies are almost finished."

Ying looked at the glazed lilies she pointed at. One was about to wither, but the other was in bud. Little Paimon didn't pay much attention to it, and asked very simply: "Why are these flowers withered? But I It looks like this one is about to bloom."

Grandma Ping nodded, then turned back to look at the two glazed lilies carefully: "Liyue people have always believed that glazed lilies are humane. If they hear good sounds, such as laughter and singing, they will be happy and grow well. . But if you hear too many bad voices, like gossip, they will wither very quickly."

Little Paimon sorted out his words before speaking: "So, are these two glazed lilies also due to the situation in Liyue Port?"

Grandma Ping chuckled and nodded: "You are right. The death of Emperor Yanwang has caused a lot of rumors. There are all kinds of rumors in the streets and alleys. Some people say it is the conspiracy of the fools, and some people say it is Haili. Things can no longer be suppressed, and there are still people who are suspicious of Qixing, thinking that Qixing is directing and acting on his own.

This port is already like a firewood pile. As long as there is a spark, the fire will be unstoppable. "She said, with a hint of loneliness in her expression. It could be seen that the current situation is also very painful for this old woman.

Ying looked at the glazed lily that was about to bloom: "But this one doesn't seem to be affected. It looks like it will bloom well."

"Are you talking about this one?" Grandma Ping looked at the lily in bud and smiled, "This flower seems to be more spiritual. It should have noticed the return of the 'old friend', so , I want to greet her with the most beautiful attitude."

"Old friend?" Little Paimon tilted his head, she couldn't understand.

"Hehehe, okay, let's not talk about this. Old lady, I like to nag you when I get older. Tell me why you are here." Grandma Ping changed the subject and asked Ying and little Paimon about their purpose.

Ying immediately remembered that she had something serious to do, and hurriedly said: "Grandma Ping, we are here to borrow something."

"Something?" Grandma Ping frowned and thought for a while, "Is there anything else you can use here, old lady? Oh, it should be that one, the 'Cleaning Bell', right."

Ying nodded repeatedly after hearing this.

Seeing Ying's reaction, Grandma Ping's eyes revealed the color of reminiscence: "Except for this thing, I don't have anything worthy of your special trip. Speaking of this dust-cleaning bell, it doesn't really belong to me. It is a gadget worn by an old friend of mine.

Later, something happened, and I asked for this bell. Keeping it with me is just a thought. At that time, when I begged for this bell, my old friend told me that if someone came to borrow it from me in the future, I would not be able to bear it.

Over the years, I don’t know how many times this bell has been borrowed. However, I don’t know since when, no one has come to borrow this bell for a long time. Alas, I have such a weak body that I take my time finding things. I'm afraid you won't be able to wait. "

After hearing this, Ying immediately patted her small chest, which was not plump: "I'm very good at finding things!"

Seeing her like this, little Paimon scratched his head: "This doesn't seem to be something to be proud of, does it?"

The two of them were bickering, and Grandma Ping also laughed: "Okay, I didn't put the bell far away, so don't worry."

Little Paimon was surprised: "Eh? Is your home originally located near here? Is your mother-in-law so rich? I heard that the housing prices here in Yujing Terrace are very expensive..."

Grandma Ping couldn't help laughing: "Old lady, I can't afford a house in the city." She took out a teapot and said, "Did you see this pot? All my belongings are put in here."

Ying looked at the small teapot, thought for a moment, and then looked at Paimon: "Little Paimon, let's get in and take a look."

After hearing this, little Paimon looked at the size of the pot carefully. The mouth of the pot was not even half as big as her head. She couldn't help but said angrily: "You can't get in! You can't get in no matter how hard you think! And why would you even think of letting me Get in there? Can’t you tell if you open the lid and take a look?”

Seeing that the two little ones started to bicker again, Grandma Ping smiled helplessly: "Anyway, the bell is in the pot. If you want to find the dust-cleaning bell, go and see for yourself."

Little Paimon and Ying were a little confused, but their intuition told them that this kind-faced old woman was probably not a bad person. Thinking like this, Ying reached out and touched the pot.

After being touched by Ying, some golden light mist suddenly emerged from the spout, wrapping Ying and little Paimon. A huge suction force came, and the two of them were sucked in before they could resist.

When they came back to their senses, Ying and little Paimon found that they had arrived in a secret realm. The fairy mist here was misty, there were jagged rocks and various trees, and the scenery was very beautiful.

Grandma Ping's voice sounded around: "Okay, kids, this is the pot where I put my things. Look for the bell."

Little Paimon was startled: "It's my mother-in-law's voice! She said this is her pot? What on earth is going on?"

Grandma Ping obviously knew what was going on inside. After careful observation, she sighed: "It seems that it hasn't been cleaned for a long time. Why are there so many spider webs in the pot? Children, please trouble you. Help me clean up a little."

Naturally, Ying would not refuse, but she thought about it and asked, "Then, can my mother-in-law tell us the story of the dust ring?"

Little Paimon realized something after hearing this: "With such a magical pot and the dust-cleansing bell, this mother-in-law is probably an immortal, right? Zhongli said that the mother-in-law is his old friend, so Zhongli..."

"You said the person who asked you to borrow the bell is called Zhongli?" Grandma Ping's voice sounded again.

Ying nodded. Since little Paimon had spilled the beans, he simply admitted it: "It's Zhongli, the guest from the Hall of Rebirth. He said it was inconvenient to see you, so he didn't come."

When Grandma Ping heard this answer outside, her originally depressed mood suddenly improved a lot, and even the glass lily beside her seemed to be getting better: "I'm still thinking, who has the ability to prepare this gift?" Xian Dianyi, he also knows that the dust-cleaning bell is in my hand, since it’s him. Hahaha, that’s fine, doesn’t the little girl want to hear the story of the dust-cleaning bell? Then I’ll tell it to you.”

Ying immediately cheered up and started cleaning a little faster.

Grandma Ping thought about it for a moment and then said: "When it comes to the dust-cleaning bell, I have to talk about the death of my former friend."

"The end?" Little Paimon thought of the three stone benches he saw on Hulao Mountain. "Is it the one that says, 'Here is the cloud, here is the seat, and here is the emperor'."

Grandma Ping was also a little surprised, but then she understood: "It seems that you have met other immortals. Yes, the ending I am talking about is the ending written next to the stone table you saw."

Ying also raised her own question: "Mother-in-law, we were entrusted by someone to visit the immortals in Jueyun. The True Monarch of Cutting the Moon and Building the Yang asked us to find the True Monarch of Liuyun Borrowing the Wind, the True Monarch of Li Shui Mountain and the Great Sage of Conquering Demons. , but did not mention the death. But at that time, a fairy named Shen He told us that he had eaten there just two days before the death. Is he really a fairy? "

Grandma Ping laughed and explained: "After all, her state is quite special, and she is not who you think she is, but a woman. She is also one of the immortals, but there was an incident a long time ago. It was an accident, so it’s not widely known now.”

Little Paimon nodded, feeling like he was a weird guy who didn't care about the world.

"The Cleansing Bell was also made by her. When I was young, I liked to play the piano, and she liked it too, so we often competed with each other on the piano. One day, she had a sudden idea to make an immortal magic weapon. It contains thousands of melodies, and it can automatically compose a tune of nature with just a slight shake, and the final product is this dust-cleansing bell." Grandma Ping said softly as she recalled the past.

Little Paimon's eyes lit up: "Wow, is this bell so powerful? It must be very valuable!"

Ying quickly interrupted her friend's fantasy: "Little Paimon! Don't talk nonsense!"

Little Paimon immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, mother-in-law, I didn't mean it that way."

Grandma Ping stopped her apology with a smile: "It doesn't matter. The Xian family's magic weapon cannot be measured by money. Moreover, after lending it to you this time, I don't plan to take it back. I just hope that you can take it back for me. The property returns to its original owner.”

"Returned to its original owner?" Ying was a little confused as to what Grandma Ping meant by this, "But we don't know where it ended up?"

"She, in fact, you have always known each other, and the relationship is not bad." Grandma Ping thought of a certain girl, "It's just that she doesn't quite understand her identity. I don't know what is going on now."

After hearing this, Ying understood: "Is it because of the accident that my mother-in-law just said? Did she forget?" She didn't say the rest. If it wasn't for forgetting, there would be only one result: death.

But Grandma Ping said that they were familiar with each other and had a good relationship, which made Ying a little confused and always felt that Grandma Ping was hiding something from her.

Several people chatted while doing the cleaning work, and finally cleaned the pot, and Ying also successfully found the dust-cleaning bell on a desk.

Of course Grandma Ping saw all this: "Well, have you found it yet? Young people are very agile with their hands and feet. Let me see... the exit should be here." As she said this, she made a finger, and she saw one Something similar to a portal appeared in front of her.

Taking the dust-cleansing bell and little Paimon, Ying stepped in and appeared in front of Grandma Ping the next second. Grandma Ping still looked at her with that kind look.

Grandma Ping was very satisfied with Ying's work efficiency. She nodded and praised: "The young man's hands and feet are very nimble. He found the dust-cleaning bell in such a short time and also cleaned my pot. It's really good."

Ying looked at Grandma Ping with kind eyes and asked, "So, Grandma Ping is really an immortal, right? It must be extraordinary to know other immortals."

Grandma Ping knew that Ying would definitely ask this question, so she chuckled: "Immortal, it doesn't matter whether the old woman is an immortal or not. Besides, you already have the answer in your heart, don't you? Besides, haven't you seen her before? Are there any other immortals?"

Paimon scratched his head. She couldn't stand the Riddler the most. Her little brain really couldn't turn around. If she didn't understand, she gave up. She asked about the dust-cleaning bell: "Is my mother-in-law so confident in handing over the dust-cleaning bell to us? Aren't you afraid that we will run away with the bell?"

Grandma Ping was amused by little Paimon's words: "Silly boy, I can see that you are not that kind of people, and it doesn't matter even if you hold this dust-cleansing bell. I guess even if you send the bell to her death, she will I will give it to you directly."

"Wow, is Gui Zhi such a free and easy person?" Little Paimon's curiosity about Gui Zhi deepened.

Grandma Ping no longer dwelled on this topic: "Okay, it's getting late. Now that you've got the things, let's go back quickly and don't delay things. You can't delay the ceremony of sending immortals."

Ying nodded and was about to leave when Grandma Ping said: "By the way, give me a message to Mr. Zhongli, just say... If you have time, bring that old friend and come to my place for a cup of tea. , Old lady, I don’t have anything else, I still have enough tea.

Of course, it doesn’t matter if I don’t like the old lady’s tea. After a while, I plan to go to that guy’s place, drink her tea, and see if my craftsmanship has deteriorated. "

Little Paimon nodded repeatedly after hearing this.

"We remember, mother-in-law!"